Do you remember how shyly you are
when we looked into each other’s eyes.
It was our apple time. The time of escapes.
And we did an extraordinary one,
along the sea, at night,
when the heart beat accompanied its tremors.
The sand shone in the moonlight,
and the wave shone. Everything was close to us,
and all accompanied that escape
that we did inexperienced. But do you remember?
Or you are closed into oblivion
wanted by life.
And yet it was you, that evening, on the sea,
to draw a heart
lost who knows where and I with you.
I can’t help but relive
the slow and melodious rhythm of a guitar; of a song
that we wanted as a melody
of a love story. Run Delia!
You still run as you did
a little crazy on the beat of the wave
that July evening. Run! The memories
they will be close to you and reborn
you will sing loudly and with bare arms
at the pace of our serenade.
Translated by Claudia Piccinno